You asked me to weave some time with you
And as the days created colors we created conversations
Each of the hues presented my life with something new
And I couldn’t help but wrap up in the quilt made of you.
I pulled it around me close, embracing the loving warmth,
Convinced myself that the threads would weave into eternity
But the moths of time ate at your heart
And you couldn’t take the effort it took to create
Leaving me here to cling to a holey patchwork unaided
Where I used to cling to you, knowing you held me just as tight
Know I cling to strands, afraid to let go, unwilling
Losing a best friend hurts like loosing a quilts threads
The holes left leave spaces
Void of anything but ache.
~DaLe 3/29/09
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